I stepped out them, and he tossed those onto the chair, as well. He turned me around, pushed me over to his desk, and bent me over so that my hands we...e on the desk – my big boobs dangling beneath me. He kicked my feet out wide, so that my legs were spread, and my pussy completely exposed. Taking his huge cock in one hand, he lined up the bulbous head with my vagina crack, rubbed it up and down my pussy lips until he found the opening to my pussy, and started shoving it inside me. I was again. In his fantasy, she knows how much he loves the idea of eating their lovemaking, entirely. Some evenings, maybe over a bottle of wine, she would perhaps say: “I hope you’re hungry tonight”. She would tell him that she wants to be completely filled; she knows how much he likes it. “I want a big mess for you to clean up, honey”. Who knows, maybe she could even find some pleasure in this sloppy oral? Maybe she’d find pleasure in her messy, freshly fucked cunt being cleaned by her husband’s warm,. If not for the table to lean on, she had no doubt she’d be nothing but a small convulsing ball on the floor. And the waves kept coming. A tidal flow of all her unmet and unknown needs. A maelstrom of want and need. It seemed too much for a human body to bear. Yet bear it she did. Not exhausted but ready for more. Thinking about The Master. Thinking about the pleasure and the lessons he’d imparted. But he’d had no satisfaction. She needed to please The Master. His smile at. Shortly after I pulled Tammy’s tits out, one came over wanting to know if he could play with them also. “Are you wanting some cock?” the guy asked after a bit, “I sure want to give it to you, I‘m tired of jerking off.” “We can do that.” Tammy replied. “Let me get more situated.” She stood up turned around, pulled her skirt up, bent over putting her hands on the arm rests of the chair to balance herself if the guy really started to hammer her hole, she spread her legs, reached under pulled her.